Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mucedorus (and Amadine) · chunk 3 of 22

Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals)
romance · Unknown
unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 473 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.

Yet worthy princes let thy sorrow cease, And let this sight your former joys revive. Believe me shepherd so it doth no less. Long may they last unto your hearts content. But tell me Lady what is become of him, Segasto called, what is become of him? I know not I, that know the powers divine But God grant this that sweet Segasto live. Yet heard hearted he in such a case, So cowardly to save himself by flight: And leave so brave a princess to the spoil Well shepherd for thy worthy valour tried, Endangering thyself to set me free: Unrecompensed sure thou shalt not be. In court thy courage shallbe plainly known: Throughout the Kingdom will I spread thy name, To thy renown and never dying fame: And that thy courage may be better known. Bear thou the head of this most monstrous beast In open sight to every courtiers view So will the king my father thee reward. Come let's away, and guard me to the court. With all my heart. When heaps of harms do hover over head, 'tis time as then, some say to look about, And so ensuing harms to choose the least: But hard, yea hapless is that wretchesse chance, Luckless his lot and caitiff like acourste, At whose proceed fortune ever frowns. Myself I mean most subject unto thrall, For I the more I seek to shun the worst: The more by proof I find myself accursed: Ere whiles assaulted with an ugly bear, Fair Amadine in company all alone, Forthwith by flight I thought to save myself, Leaving my Amadine unto her shifts: For death it was for to resist the bear. And death no less of Amadines' harms to hear. Accursed I in lingering life thus long, In leeving thus each minute of an hour Doth pierce my heart with darts of thousand deaths: If she by flight her fury do escape, What will she think; Will she not say; yea flatly to my face, Accusing me of mere disloyalty, A trusty friend is tried time of need: But I when she in danger was of death And needed me, and cried Segasio help: I turned my back and quickly ran away. Unworthy I to bear this vital breath: But what, what needs these plaints If Amadine do live then happy I, She will in time forgive and so forget, Amadine is merciful, not Iuno like. In harmful heart to harbour hatred long. Clubs, prongs, pitchforks, bills, O help, a bear, a bear, a bear. Still bears, and nothing else but bears. Tell me sirrah where she is; O sir, she is run down the woods: I see her wit head and her white belly. Thou talkest of wonders, to tell me of white bears. But sirrah didst thou ever see any such;
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PlayMucedorus (and Amadine)
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610]
First performance (BritDrama)1591 [1590-1598]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 319 · TCP A07859 · DEEP 258
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 124–185 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 22 in this edition
Length473 words · 619 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pan at 0.680
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yet worthy princes let thy sorrow cease, And let this sight your former ioyes reuiue. Beleeue me shepheard so it doth no lesse. Long may they last vnto your hearts content. But tell me Ladie what is become of him, Segasto calld, what is become of him? I knowe not I, that knowe the powers diui But God graunt this that sweet Segasto liue. Yet heard harted he in such a case, So cowardly to saue himselfe by flight: And leaue so braue a princesse to the spoyle Well shephearde for thy worthy valour tried, Endangering thy selfe to set me free: Vnrecompensed sure thou shalt not be. In court thy courage shalbe plainely knowne: Throughout the Kingdome will I spread thy name, To thy renowne and neuer dying fame: And that thy courage may be better knowne. Beare thou the head of this most monstrous beast In open sight to euerie courtiers viewe So will the king my father thee rewarde. Come lets away, and guard me to the court. With all my heart. When heapes of harmes do houer ouer head, Tis time as then, some say to looke about, And so ensuing harmes to choose the least: But hard, yea haplesse is that wretchesse chaunce, Lucklesse his lot and caytiffe like acourste, At whose proceedings fortune euer frownes. My selfe I meane most subiect vnto thrall, For I the more I seeke to shun the worst: The more by proofe I find my selfe accurst: Ere whiles assaulted with an vgly beare, Fayre Amadine in company all alone, Forthwith by flight I thought to saue my selfe, Leauing my Amadine vnto her shiftes: For death it was for to resist the beare. And death no lesse of Amadines harmes to heare. Accursed I in lingring life thus long, In leeuing thus each minute of an hower Doth pierce my hart with dartes of thousand deathe: If she by flight her fury doe escape, What will she thinke; Will she not say; yea flatly to my face, Accusing me of meere disloyaltie, A trustie friend is tride time of neede: But I when she in danger was of death And needed me, and cried Segaso helpe: I turned my backe and quickly ran away. Vnworthy I to beare this vitall breath: But what, what needes these plaintes If Amadine do liue then happie I, Shee will in time forgiue and so forget, Amadine is mercifull, not Iuno like. In harmful hart to harbor hatred long. Clubs, prongs, pitchfoks, billes, O helpe, a beare, a beare, a beare. Still beares, and nothing else but beares. Tell me sirra wher she is; O sir, she is runne downe the woods: I see her wite head and her white belly. Thou talkest of wonders, to tell me of white bears. But sirra didst thou euer see any such;